Tag: Wealth

I finally understood what this phrase meant: filthy rich. I say so not from experience or a sudden change of luck. I understood from observation, from realisation. Not everything has to be understood by experience. Some things are more clearly explained through the art of observation. The rich become the rich by getting their hands dirty. Hands being a metaphor being everything they are to everything they believe in: their morals, the goals, their dreams, their beliefs, and most importantly, their pride. You’d think the rich pride themselves in being so rich and trust me, they do. I have seen them, I have observed them. But if you dig deeper in their pride, if you look at the source of their riches, you’ll find that they will most likely not be proud of what they have done to accumulate such wealth. No one gets rich by helping others help. That is not to say all rich people are bad. The rich has the ability to help the poor (if they choose to) but you’ll rarely find someone rich whose wealth was founded upon helping those in need.

So where am I going with this? I once asked a closed relative of mine, “Which job will earn the greatest amount of money?”

Everybody dreams about being rich but we all have different reasons. I would be lying if I said I didn’t want to be rich but the truth is, I only want to be rich so I don’t have to think about money. I want to live comfortable enough that money is never a worry of mine. But if you ask me whether I want to be the richest of the richest, I probably couldn’t care less.

Others want to be rich for different reasons. Rich brings many associative traits. The most common ones are power, fame, and luxury.

I guess my reason fits under independence and luxury. Two things I’ve never really had in life.

But would I damage my morals to reach these goals? That is, would I be willing to get my hands dirty?

To be completely honest, I’m not quite so sure myself. I see how easy it is to make dirty money and it tempts me. I guess the devil would not have survived so long if it did not know how to tempt. And then I would tell myself that it is not worth ruining the morals I have upheld for so many decades. But being rich, even filthy rich is surely tempting….

If there is ever a day where you win the lottery, you’ll be very happy, wouldn’t you? But what if, on that same day, your mother dies?
It’s certainly a day you’d never forget. What would you do? How would you feel? Should you be happy or sad? Excited or depressed? Is that a good day or a bad day?
That’s the day I’ve had today. Not necessary as dramatic and intense but I wouldn’t know how else to describe it to you.
I hope nobody experiences something like the scenario I gave. That would truly suck. You’ll want to be happy about your win but at the same time, you’re sad about your loss.
It’s life. We are neither winners or losers.
We’re the in-between where we exchange something to gain something else.
If we were rich, we’d exchange our wealth for a better health. If we are poor, we’d exchange our health for more wealth.
Sometimes, there are more unfortunate ones whom has neither good wealth or good health. They have nothing to exchange and so they are reduced to nothing. I think a good life is a balance of both.Health = Wealth
Money is the answer to half of everything. You are the answer to the other half.
I hope you had a better day than I did.